Copied from my journal...
War takes its tolls on everyone in different ways. The Captain of the Thirteenth Division found himself confined to his estate and put on mandatory bed rest. It could have had to do with the hole in his body from Aizen's arrancar, or it could have had to do with a terrible attack of tuberculosis, the like of which he hadn't suffered for decades, since the harshest of the years of training under Yama-ji. Fortunately, Juushiro knew he could let his third seats handle things and let himself relax.
When declared well but still weak, he started a couple house projects to pass his time including trimming a few bonsais that had gotten out of control. One day, his family remarked on his better health and mentioned that perhaps he should return to his squad. Laughing, Juushiro said he would and returned to pruning the yards. A week later, he finally took leave of his family and returned to Seireitei again.
. . . .
Juushiro wiped off some dust from an old journal he hadn't seen in ages. Closing his eyes, he fingered some of the more worn pages, recalling the times he'd let himself escape from. For perhaps longer than he should. Setting it aside, he set about opening the windows in his study and put on some tea.
By the time his squad noticed he'd returned he would had a full plate of onigiri out. Smiling he thanked his squad for waiting patiently for his return.
(RPer: This is a post to help set apart the first RP and this new one. It's in short an explanation as to why Juushiro's been gone and a peek into his personality for the new roleplayers. If I need to change this to fit our timeline, I will.)
